All Mine

I most enjoy gloomy afternoons outside While the rest of the world hides away These foggy Sunday evenings lost and in love with my solitude The scent of rain, cold air, decaying leaves and pine Mist falling lightly against my face The feeling that this little magic is mine A quiet moment in the woods, us birds meditating on the song of the wind that surrounds us I don't feel the icy grip of winter I carry enough warmth with me in my heart I do not need a shelter I grow bored with walls and every other aspect of life that threatens to contain me I need wide open sky to remind me that my life is small So that my dreams will remain large I do not want to give up my longings I want to stay out all night on a cold river back by the fire Just me and the moon Don't ask him my secrets he will never tell you I choose my confidants wisely The stars will only gossip amongst themselves , they respect my sovereignty Together we all sit quietly Meditating on the song of the winds that surrounds us This little magic All mine